Amazing how fast the tides can turn and how easy it is to swing from one end of a spectrum to another. Feeling so warm and cozy on one hand to cold and nauseous on the other. Like a mental kick in the head, the Feelings come. Where has the gratitude gone when I’m in a space like this? Is the love still there when the anger is as well? The human capacity for holding emotion is incredible; unquantifiable, really.

Outside, the lilacs are in their prime, and this morning I smelled jasmine that was otherworldly. The new mulch is made of cocoa shells and makes me think of a chocolate shop I went to once where the truffles were delicately painted in primary color hues. And yet, the sadness sits. I’m sure I’ve had a spring like this in the past. This is the only one that matters though.